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Dripping with the apparently un-self-conscious irony of a monologue masquerading as a conversation, the "talk-over" talker dominates and interrupts. Negotiating an interaction with such talkers is one of my most unenjoyable tasks.

I try not to become one myself... at least that way, I can keep the numbers down.Seriously, it is a tough intervention, since it seems like no intervention is ever effective without being a total a**hole myself... I'll have to reflect on this a bit more.

Self Portrayed

I am a fellow traveler along the expressive road of reading, w/riting, and rhythmic tics with a wry bred sensibility and quirky sense of humor. I have been known to wander in the soup kitchen of the unconscious with a sling bag filled with life maps old and new, lights with grids and zooms still untested, image-shaping tools, an eye for composition and critical, candid, self-reflective expression, and a go-bo or two.
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I am a reader, writer, and image-maker with a shifty skeletal structure embodying entropy (things fall apart), a maddening auto-immune disease (M.E.), and fluctuating hearing that leaves me straddling the world of aural hegemony and searching for Deaf community.
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Betwixt and between the worlds of health and illness, hearing and signing, structure and process, inertia and creative expression, embracing alterity, I am here now.